"It's hot and wet, bacteria need no more invitation than that!" he insisted, moving to sit cross-legged on the ground next to her.
It was strange; he'd expected to be relieved when she agreed that going in was completely unnecessary, but when she mentioned going back with Jack an odd feeling of disappointment washed over him. In a way it just served to remind him of Jack back during WW2; like the Doctor, but with dancing, and it seemed to him that he was just too... god, was he being boring?
"Fine!" he said suddenly, moving to unlace his shoes. "We can get meningitis if you so wish!" he said, pretending that it was only through intense nagging that she'd got him to do it.